A sting at a time

If your hands are up
And you let your heart out bare
We call that prayers
Things we’ve made efforts to change
Will change because WE HAVE TRIED

These signs we ignore
Will surely come back to hunt
Everyone we love
And e’rything we want to be
And be too late to listen

Could this be called fear
Or another prison type
Maybe it’s a choice
Cause it is hard to discern
Why men crave the opposite

Wildkhard [TA]

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